because I was weak
weak
weak...
He had his arm around me
and he guided me
as if I couldn't walk on my own
as if
I wasn't strong enough
I let him
I let him lead me
to his car
I hadn't said anything
not since my panic attack
I don't know why
I don't know anything anymore
I wouldn't talk
not until I saw Daiha
that I was sure of.
The ride to the hospital
didn't take very long
and as soon as we got there
I couldn't take it
and I ran
I
ran
to Daiha's room
and only stopped
when I could see her.
I swallowed
and sat in the chair
by her bed,
taking her cold hand
into mine.
I could already feel
the tears forming
because nothing had changed
nothing
absolutely nothing.
Why hasn't she woken up yet?
Why?
she deserves
so much more
than this coma.
She deserves the world.
I don't know
why I was expecting
anything different
than what I found
What was I thinking?
That she would magically
be awake
or even less pale
than the last time I saw her
a few days ago?
It wasn't fair.
It wasn't
fair.
I tried to ignore
the fact that
absolutely nothing
was different
and I tried to ignore
all the machines
and tubes
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Poetry-Sequel to Smile- The devastation of hurricane Jordan has left Delilah Smith in a tailspin. Her sister, Daiha, is in a coma, and doctors aren't sure if she's even going to wake up. When her parents aren't working they're spending all of their time a...
